Chapter 18 - The Final Reckoning

"It’s over, Victoria," Rowan said, his voice ringing with absolute authority as he stepped into the office.
Victoria scrambled backward, grabbing her desk phone, but the line was completely dead. "You... you can't do this. I am the Blackthorn Trust! I made this company!"
"You built it on blood, lies, and stolen land," Rowan replied coldly. "And now, the empire belongs to the people it was stolen from."
The federal marshals moved forward, snapping cold steel handcuffs around Victoria’s wrists. As she was dragged screaming and thrashing from the penthouse, she shot one final, venomous glare at Rowan. "You think winning a boardroom battle makes you a king? The board will never accept a peasant!"
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"I don't need their acceptance," Rowan answered softly. "I have my mother's legacy, and I have my home."
As Victoria was led away, the glass doors opened fully, and the great Crown Eagle landed gracefully on the edge of the balcony, folding its golden wings and bowing its head toward Rowan in quiet, majestic loyalty.